Rain rain tumbling down
Down my neck and to the ground
Hope so much as not to drown
But it causes me to frown.
It turns trees and grass
To green from brown
And roads become wet
All over town
Wet is the queen’s hair
And her glittering crown
Lucky she has a raincoat
Over her evening gown
At the circus there is a clown
Whose makeup is primarily brown
It made him famous
He is one of renown
But it made children want to frown
I have been in bed for 2 days with depression. I decided to go to the local takeout to get food and thrn eat in the carpark of Tempe moorings which is close to my home. I took this photo through a rain streaked windscreen to represent that I can still see beauty through the tears of depression. I kinda like it. Hope you do too.
Raindrops on some plants in my garden and an overflowing drain are evidences of a good summer rain here in Sydney
To beat the depression today, I decided to go have some lunch in the park and take my camera… just in case.
Here are a couple of feathered friends that decided to share my lunch
Poor Ibis had to shake a tail feather to try to dry off.
This little fellow preferred bread over lettuce or chips.
This is a short fiction about rain, so do i call it a deluge of words?
The rain continues its constant drip, drip into the saucepan. Sue sipped her tea and watched the sag in the roof swell. As she finished the pot, the roof creaked.
She stood slowly and calmly walked toward the door. She stepped through then turned to watch.
The roof creaked once more before breaking, bringing down a torrent of water which totally overwhelmed the waiting saucepan; not to mention the mess of the roof ending up in the dining room.
Sue laughed, closed the door and walked away.